I don't remember much about the plane already, but I remember what happened after. I had my first big mission trial right off the bat because the bus ride to the CCM had even worse traffic than people would expect in Mexico City. The drive took an hour longer than I think they said it would. It was a big trial though because I really needed to use the bathroom as soon as we got off the plane. Pretty much the entire bus knew what kind of a struggle I was having by the end of the ride. I jumped off the bus a good 15 minutes before we were supposed to (we were supposed to wait for another group to finish getting off their bus and whatnot) and when I finally made it to the bathroom it wasn't even relieving because I was still in pain for the next 30 minutes. I suppose my tender mercy this week is that I somehow made it through that ride.
My companion is Elder Mardo from Virginia. He's a band guy (trumpet), but it's actually legit because he got a full ride for it and he's still good at basketball. The second lesson that we taught this week was probably my favorite part. Everything went really smoothly with the language, the lesson itself, and answering questions. The food here is good.
My district is a blessing, pictured below. Our teachers are the absolute best (Hermano Valencia, Hermanas Miranda and Perez). Adapting to church clothes hasn't been too bad after all. I'm kinda scatterbrained right now, but hopefully between the two emails you'll have sufficient info.
Elder Mardo and Elder Finlinson
Elder Finlinson's District
Elder Finlinson at the CCM with his District
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